Page 48 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

She wasn't just lazying around at all. It was like she was preparing for war with all the things she had me do. And I can't believe that I only realized it now.

She was planning on giving me the top job instead of her own son.

I almost hit the brakes the moment it dawned on me. I had been worthy enough for the Saint of Fashion, more so than her son. What more could I ask for as her greatest fan?

But the high in my brain soon fades as I also realize that it was too stressful.

There's no need for me to follow Gloria and replace her. No, there are many ways to surpass your heroes. I think to myself. One of the many ways is to look for other positions in the company.

Find a much suitable job for me that I can thrive in, without having to sacrifice my time and health. And especially get my self away from that tall, handsome, ripped, and intelligent son of hers…

Here I go again.

Why'd Gloria have to have such a beautiful demi-god of a son?

As I make the next turn on the road, I notice the ring on my hand, the ring Grant gave me for his fake proposal to me. Those days all seem to me like a blur. The guy just basically walked up to me and asked me to be his wife?

I know he's rich, but no one is that rich. Then again, civil wars and hostile takeovers are really just run of the mill rich people problems. But I digress, those matters not.

I need to get away from them, and especially from him. But to do that, I really need to return this gorgeous ring on my finger.

But I don't really need this ring, nor their money. Everything I need is in this car right here, sleeping. But I really need to get Grant off of my mind once and for all.

I need closure.

As I'm nearing the train station, I turn on my phone and dial Grant's number. It takes a while for me to actually press Call, but after a few deep breaths, I manage to shiver my finger to press it.

"Go for Grant!"

"Hello, Grant––"

"Sike!" Grant bellows from the phone. "I'm not on my phone right now, but feel free to tell me a message after you hear the beep."

The call goes beep and then silence.

Well, this is much better. Now I don't have to deal with Grant interrupting me midsentence, I thought to myself.

"Hey, Grant," I finally speak. "It's Sonya."

I clear my throat before speaking, "It's Sonya. Sorry about not calling you beforehand. I just… I don't think I could leave if I said anything to you. Also, I'm sorry for breaking our agreement. I can't go through with fake marrying you. Things…have gotten complicated, Grant.

I'm sure you already know what I'm talking about. And I'm not sure I could do that to Gloria. She's your mother for chrissakes Grant. Talk to her. Anyway, I'm going to be taking an indefinite leave from the company for the moment. Get some fresh air, you know. I need this, Lauralee needs this, and you need this. I'm tired, Grant. I hope you'll at least respect Lauralee's decision along with mine. Don't try to follow us. Thank you for everything. We'll always have my time in the apartment. Good––"

But the phone beeps before I can finish my message. I think about re-writing the letter. But to hell with it. It's time for him to finally know how strong I can be.

"Who were you talking to, Mommy?" asks Lauralee as she slowly wakes up from her slumber as we finally arrive at the station.

"No one, baby," I reply. "No one important."

I take off my ring as Lauralee gets off the car. I place it inside one of the envelopes that came from an old electric utility bill.

"Fits like a glove," I say as I put the ring in the envelope and seal the contents. I get out of the car as quickly as I can and write a note on the envelope.

To: Grant Fields

From: Sonya

Thanks for lending me this ring. I hope you find someone actually worth wearing this ring.

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